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Monday, September 05, 2005
Bleh. I am feeling rather nostalgic at the moment... Parting is indeed sweet sorrow. I miss LA lessons in Singapore! You folks are so damned lucky to be doing poetry, especially 'Dulce et Decorum est', and count your blessings... Not that I am scolding anyone or anything in particular, but I am just plain envious and jealous. It's far better than doing trash like SOAP OPERAS, isn't it? Well, we are starting on poetry next week or so, but I can bet my ass on it that it'll be some trash like 'what is the definition of this word'. Perhaps I am just being cynical, but the answer would only come if you ever see me ass-less. I am just frustrated, and my apologies. I would be damned as to why I ever left the school... And all the interesting lessons have to take flight only after I have taken flight too... Damn alright! Urrgh. LA lessons seem like paradise even if Ng has to pick on me every lesson like she's used to doing so. Somehow, I even miss her picking on me, no matter how weird that sounds. Who ever likes teachers picking on one, with the exception of this insane me? Enough insanity and stupidity before I burst with frustration. 10:05 PM
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